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Zhong Kui's Diary
With a sudden shout, Fatty became energized, wielding the pickaxe with great vigor. He uncovered an iron door from the side wall of the Cellar, but the door was tightly shut and had no lock hole, indicating it was controlled by a mechanism. However, where could this mechanism be? If it were outside, the remaining structure of the house was merely a wooden frame, making it impossible for any mechanism to be hidden there.
Then I realized I was overthinking it; this kind of problem was no challenge for Fatty. He simply dug around the iron door with his pickaxe, shouted loudly, and with a mighty heave, he pried the door along with its frame out, revealing a dark hole.
Just as Wen Zhan said, Fatty truly excelled at brute force over cleverness. It was like breaking and entering; while others would try every method to pick the lock of a security door, Fatty would just smash through the wall at the entrance, knock down the entire security door, and stride right in...
We all chuckled in disbelief and checked to ensure the flashlights tied to our gun barrels were secure. I also handed Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian some ammunition—not because I was stingy but because if I gave them everything, they wouldn't have anywhere to store it.
To be safe, I also handed each of them a handgun. Once we were prepared, I jumped down into the Cellar. As before, I led the way, with Fatty and Wen Qianqian flanking me on either side for defense while Wen Zhan brought up the rear.
The ground beneath us sloped downward into a passage that wasn't long—only about four or five meters. At the end of the passage was a large hall, roughly the size of a classroom. Aside from where we entered, there were wooden doors on three other walls. These wooden doors were identical to those we had seen earlier in the secret passage, intricately carved with dragon patterns. Each door also had inscriptions on it.
Upon closer inspection, we saw that the inscriptions read: Kitchen, Bathroom, Training Room.
Fatty immediately cursed, "Damn it! Do you have to run this far just to take a shit? Are the Wei Family people insane?"
I laughed and looked around; the walls and floor here were made of bluestone while massive wooden beams spanned overhead to support the weight above. No matter how I looked at it, there was no sign of gold.
"Isn't there supposed to be a cellar full of gold? How come I don't see any?" Fatty pulled out his dagger and poked at the wall here and there. "This wall isn't made of gold."
"Wen Haibo has a cellar full of gold, not just one room's worth; naturally, that gold isn't here," Wen Zhan replied with a smile.
"But there’s no gold in the outside cellar either," Fatty frowned.
"The outside cellar has no gold; does that mean there can't be another cellar inside this room?" I said with a grin.
As we spoke, we carefully searched through this hall but found nothing unusual. Naturally, our attention turned toward those three wooden doors.
We weren't particularly interested in the kitchen or the bathroom; we all unconsciously gathered at the door of the Training Room. If there was a Cellar, it was likely inside this room.
I pushed the door open with the barrel of my gun and shone my flashlight inside, only to find that it wasn't a room but a long corridor. We cautiously moved forward, walking about fifty meters before turning left, where a large room appeared before us.
No wonder it's called the Training Room; this space is nearly half the size of a basketball court, with around ten Weapon Racks around the perimeter displaying various weapons—swords, guns, spears, axes, hooks, and even nunchakus and three-section staffs. There were Great Hammers and all sorts of other weapons, including some I had never even heard of.
For instance, there was a weapon that resembled an iron rod with a large iron Ball on top, covered in countless sharp spikes that glinted coldly. It looked somewhat like a Wolf Fang Club, but the end of a Wolf Fang Club isn't spherical. What should this be called? Wolf Fang Ball? Wolf Tooth Hammer? Wolf Tooth Egg?
As we quickly circled the Training Room, we discovered a Cellar in the right corner. The Cellar wasn't covered with wooden boards but with Iron Plates. In the center of the Iron Plate was a Pull Ring.
After confirming that there was no High Voltage running through the Iron Plate, I reached out to grab the Pull Ring and tested its weight. Goodness, it weighed over two hundred pounds. With a mighty pull, I managed to lift the Iron Plate aside. We gathered around the entrance of the Cellar and shone our flashlights down.
The Cellar wasn't deep—about four or five meters—but when we caught sight of what was below, we were momentarily stunned because the floor of the Cellar was paved with gold. The Gold Bricks sparkled dazzlingly under the beam of our flashlights.
Before we could express our astonishment, bright white light suddenly flooded from within the Cellar as if someone had abruptly flipped a switch. Dozens of incandescent lights were simultaneously illuminated.
The intense brightness made me instinctively close my eyes and step back. At that moment, I heard a whooshing sound as something shot out rapidly from the Cellar. Then, a tremendous force struck my chest, sending me flying back two meters. I hurriedly opened my eyes; although my vision was still blurry, I could see that what had attacked me was a right leg.
Damn it! Wasn't this right leg already burned to ashes? How did it come back? Could it have other accomplices? Or perhaps it was a descendant of that previous right leg? Motherfucker! Could these Severed Limbs reproduce endlessly?
Glancing around, I saw that Fatty and the others were also caught off guard and knocked to the ground. In front of them stood Severed Limbs with green light flickering from their palms or soles.
The only strange thing was that after knocking us down, these Severed Limbs didn't continue their assault but instead remained in place, adjusting themselves as if they were gathering energy.
Not having time to ponder why this was happening, I shouted, "Don't shoot yet!"
It wasn't because I was dazed from being kicked; it was because everyone was lying on the ground. If someone happened to stand up while we fired, there would be a high chance of accidentally injuring our own people in this situation.
Before I could finish my words, the Right Foot in front of me shook slightly, then leaped high into the air and kicked towards my face. Beneath its sole, the Green Eye flickered incessantly. However, something felt off; this Right Foot didn't seem as eerie as the one I had encountered before. Although it also had a Green Eye beneath its sole, which flickered just as much, it lacked that expression of hatred and malice.
What was going on? Could it be just a temporary substitute?
Before long, this Right Foot had already kicked towards me. I let out a grunt, my right hand forming a knife shape as I slashed upwards directly at its calf.
Having fought these Severed Limbs multiple times, I knew they were incredibly fast and had no intention of letting my slash hit them; I was already prepared for several follow-up moves.
To my surprise, my slash actually struck its calf. With a loud thud, the right leg was sent flying four or five meters away, rolling several times on the ground before stabilizing itself and bouncing into the Cellar.
Huh, it's running away?
I quickly got up, raised my gun, and prepared to support the others.
At that moment, Fatty and the others were also fighting back against the Severed Limbs with punches and kicks. They stood up and gathered behind me, four of us back to back with our guns raised, while those Severed Limbs fled into the Cellar at the first opportunity.
"Something feels off," I frowned and said. "These Severed Limbs don't seem as powerful as before."
"Right! I feel that way too," Wen Zhan chimed in. "It's very obvious; if we were fighting African strongmen before, now we're dealing with those Korean Sissies."
"Oh, so you can't stand those guys either," Fatty said excitedly, seeing Wen Zhan as a kindred spirit.
"I don't dislike them, but I definitely don't like them!" Wen Zhan laughed.
"Damn it, what time is it? You guys still have the energy for this?" It was rare for Wen Qianqian to curse.
"She likes a certain Korean group, that's why she's embarrassed," Wen Zhan explained softly to Fatty.
"Alas, a single misstep can lead to eternal regret. Brother, you need to spend more time correcting your wife's bad habits," Fatty said with a laugh.
"You all!" Wen Qianqian exclaimed in anger.
Despite their laughter and banter to relieve their tension, one could still sense their nervousness from their shoulders, which were tightly tensed.
Strangely, the Severed Limbs that entered the Cellar did not come back out, and although the light emanating from the Cellar was still intense, it was no longer as blinding after we adjusted to it.
"Let's take a look ahead," I called to the others behind me.
The group raised their guns and cautiously approached the entrance of the Cellar. Looking down, I felt a chill run down my spine; the bottom of the Cellar was densely packed with Severed Limbs—at first glance, there seemed to be hundreds of them. Upon seeing us looking down, the Severed Limbs suddenly surged upward, rushing towards us.
We all instinctively pulled the triggers at that moment. With such a dense mass of Severed Limbs, there was no need for us to aim; firing randomly would hit at least one. In an instant, blood and flesh filled the air, and soon we were covered in a layer of gore, a strong metallic smell of blood invading our nostrils.
In that moment, my mind went blank as I instinctively fired at the Severed Limbs. The powerful shotgun blasts sent several Severed Limbs flying, while Wen Zhan and the others sprayed their submachine guns indiscriminately, each shot finding its mark. There was nothing else visible in the air except for splattering bits of flesh; even when we inhaled, we could taste the blood and meat particles.
Despite our frenzied shooting and the thin layer of flesh accumulating on the ground, the number of Severed Limbs showed no signs of decreasing. The Cellar continued to produce an endless stream of Severed Limbs as if they were inexhaustible.
Under this intense barrage, our ammunition quickly ran out.
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